MAD MAX SANDBOX POST

[iamawaited]

Welcome to the Wasteland: a sandbox/open post for Mad Max RP

(Seriously, go nuts.

That's what this canon is for.)

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[iamawaited]

The first part relieves him. His smile widens again, and he runs his hands up and down her arms just for the pleasure of the touch, then rests his head against hers again. "Good."

The second part... The lift grinds to a halt and he takes advantage of the distraction for a moment, because her proposition sets his head to whirling. The only reason anyone has ever considered prolonging his life before -- the only reason he's ever considered it -- has been to spare him for a greater death. The idea of living just to live is supposed to be something for other people. Full-lives, not half-lives.

But in those last few moments on the rig, just before Rictus had come up on him and torn his engine out, hadn't he thought: what if? Hadn't he thought, skidding into the canyon wall, that maybe he might have hoped to live after all?

He slips his hand into Capable's as the lift stops and limps with her into the Citadel proper, oddly quiet in the face of her declaration. It's a lot to chew on, and not only for his tumors.

[sheiscapable]

Leading him in, she considers his limping form with concern. "Do you want to go see the Organic Mechanic?" she asks, keeping her fingers curved around his. "If you can wait, there's someplace I want to take you - someplace I don't know if you've ever really been allowed in."

Because now all places are free, and accessible, and she wants him to know that freedom.

[iamawaited]

He shakes his head. "I can wait." He knows he can -- he hurts, and he's tired, but he knows the difference between pain and weariness and something closer to fatal. He'll know when there's no choice but to see the Organic, but he's not there yet.

And if it's a choice between sitting around on a rock with a tube in his arm for hours or going somewhere with Capable, he knows which one he'd rather do. It'll spare him from his thoughts a while longer, anyway. There are suddenly so many of them.

[sheiscapable]

She wants to ask if he's sure, because he really does seem like he needs a medic, and at this point the Organic Mechanic is actually too frightened of the Wives (a revelation, imagining anyne would actually be afraid of them!) to not do as he is bid - Nux is going to get the best care. But she doesn't, trusting him to know is own mind.

Instead she keeps hold of his hand, an begins to guide him deeper into the Citadel. It's just as much up as it is in, and the stairs cut out of rock that she's guiding him to lead to the very top of the Citadel, an heretofor forbidden zone full of lush greenery. Her fingers tighten around his. She's taking him to a sacred place.

[iamawaited]

Through all of this, from the very beginning, one hope has been recurring in Nux's heart: that whatever the reason the gates refuse to open for him -- or whatever the truth out there might really be -- that he's lived all this extra time to be able to do something great. He'd thought to do it with his death, and it's still an adjustment, trying to think of it as something he could do with his life.

But that's all to say that when he first gets to the green place, he wonders if this might have been it all along. He'd caught glimpses, the faintest glimpses of it before, moving through the aquacoladucts, and he's seen the produce, but... he'd never imagined that there was this much of it. It's almost too jarring to be beautiful, like he doesn't know how to love it. He grips her hand tightly, staring all around them, astonished.